The field he’d told her he was leaving fallow was no longer empty. In it bloomed thousands and thousands of sunflowers, reaching their lemon-yellow faces toward the sun. Soft green leaves, giant dark centers. They stretched on forever, staring at her, leaves waving gently in the breeze. It was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. And that asshole had planted them for her. He’d planted her a field of sunflowers and still let her go pretending that he didn’t love her.
